When I swiped the tip of my pen on the little paper I had left, the plan I had made failed again.

It's the first time, I don't know, but who cares?

Anyway, the guy named Túrin wouldn't let me succeed, every time, and sometimes I really miss the days when we were both experiments, and he was optimistic, and he would always mumble something he didn't understand, but I knew he was encouraging himself.

But his skin was delicately peeled away and hooked inch by inch with an iron hook, but he still couldn't hold it anymore, and turned into a monster like my shadow.

That's it, I'm really tired, I really want to bite the leaves and bask in the sun on the grass.

Oh, and by the way, I saw a new guy today, yes, a new guy, because he looked so fit.

His embarrassed look really makes me want to laugh, but he's so cold that he won't laugh, but I don't blame him, there's no reason to laugh here.

He also told me that his name was White King, and that he was willing to tell me because I saved his life, but I still have to be grateful.

Hug the Vatican.

It's kind of giving me someone to talk to.

Hopefully, it's not temporary.

The time is unknown, the location is unknown

I'm poor Maen

Ma En put down his pen and stuffed the diary into his clothes, and the white king squatted in the corner on the side, "So, you can be regarded as an experimental specimen who escaped." ”

"I think so. Maen smiled, the freckles on his face like seashells scattered on the beach.

"But why didn't that pervert catch you again, I don't believe he didn't notice. ”

"Who knows?" Maen shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips helplessly, "It's enough to be alive to make me happy, and I don't want to ask the reason for it." ”

The White King got up and slapped the dust off his body, even though it was bad here, and some of the facts were hard to accept, such as not being able to take a bath, which could be smelled from the slight stench emanating from Maen's body.

But life goes on, and the White King doesn't want to sit still here, his life belongs not only to him, but also to those good souls who have died.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I don't want to stay in a place like this until time burns me down. The White King turned around, his hand still a finger's distance from the doorknob, something really made him feel uneasy.

"Huh. Ma En shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You really don't know this place, stubbornness is useless here, he won't be kind to you because of your bravery, don't you understand?"

Ma En raised his chin and stared at the White King with blazing eyes, "This is hell." ”

"Hell?"

The trembling voice kept hitting the walls around him, Ma En could see the thick disdain in his tone with his eyes, and the White King turned his head sideways, and in Ma En's eyes was half of his face like a statue, "I know that you have been tortured in such darkness for too long, and I thought this was already the darkest corner of the world, but I came here." ”

The White King suddenly gripped the doorknob fiercely, and his muscles were hideous.

"I'm just here for a vacation. ”

The iron door slashed heavily across the dark red ground, like a whispered roar from the darkness outside the door.

Ma En was stunned, and thousands of words seemed to be blocked in her chest by a heavy bluestone, the stone was huge and heavy, and she was almost out of breath.

She wasn't wrong, and the White King wasn't wrong, they just met around the corner in two poor people living in different darkness, curious about each other's 'beautiful scenery' on their way, and of course clamoring to see the wildflowers they hadn't seen before.

"This guy. Ma En stood up on the ground and looked hesitantly at the figure engulfed in darkness, as if he was making a choice in his flickering eyes.

······

Sometimes we have to admit that when a thing is put to the largest, it may be its weakest moment, such as in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, and the fear in your heart is like a baby's flesh and hands are weak.

The White King kept groping in the dark, but he looked ignorant of his own situation, in fact, Fang Cai's words still touched him, of course he knew that it was very dangerous here, and he knew it the moment he made contact, but the danger was like an endless storm, and he would not show mercy to you because of how long you waited and how much respect you gave it.

In short, early death and early superbirth.

"There's even a light here!" said the White King, surprised, and ran over.

After staying in the cave for a long time, where there is light, there is hope.

As far as the eye can see, there is a beautifully decorated hall with an almost plush maroon carpet on the floor, wallpaper on the walls, and a roaring fire burning in the stove next to the wall, in front of which a wooden table surrounded by huge chairs sits along.

"What is this?" said the White King, who picked up a piece of parchment on the wooden table, covered with black threads.

"This is the map here, you have to be careful with it. ”

Suddenly, the voice sounded, and the White King jumped to the opposite side of the wooden table, his body lit up with red lines, and his right hand condensed a crystal-like light cluster.

"Hey, hey, don't be so nervous. Maen bent down and motioned for the White King to relax.

When he said this, Ma En himself was even more nervous.

Under the gaze of the scarlet pupils, he seemed to be nailed to a cold cross, in the midst of a crowded execution ground, the scorching sun, the red-baked blade, the long whip like a poisonous snake, and the constant insults in the crowd.

It seemed that what awaited her was the most terrifying verdict.

"You······ Is it an Arcanist?" asked Maen cautiously.

"Perhaps. The White King was absent-minded, and the familiar satisfaction of the Cross Ruling also startled him, and he wanted to know how he could control it and better taste the tempting delicacy.

"If you're an Arcanist······" Maen's smile was like a fox in the dark, wild and cunning, "We have hope of escaping." ”

"Uh-huh, okay, you can escape. ”

"Hey!" Ma En angrily walked around the table and stood in front of the White King, his hands on his hips.

"You know! You will be punished for such an attitude in Taturan!Don't think that you can ignore weak women if you are an arcane master!" Maen straightened her back, she felt that this way she would appear to be justified enough, "That thing on your body will not support you." ”

"What are you talking about?" The wind in his ears blew Bai Wang like an ant that specially tickled people, and he realized that someone was talking.

After a short period of reflection and temptation, the White King was still ambiguous, but at least it was clear that the Cross Judgment was a bottomless pit that devoured the Force, and if the river dried up, he would not want to jump for long as the little fish on which he depended.

"I might. The White King waved his hand and tried his best to explain, "Poisoned by that old pervert, you know, alchemist, there's always some, uh······ Ugly tricks. ”

The White King gave his statement a zero score.

"So I've got to be careful of your yin moves. "Here, you can't escape the maze by being arrogant, we have a map now, although it's useless, plus I'm familiar with the environment here, and you're an arcane, so the two of us can escape together, how about it?"

Ma En waited expectantly for the White King's answer, and the White King was observing whether she was sincere with tentative eyes, he didn't want to give his back to someone he hadn't known for half a day, but at this time, it seemed that there was no better choice.

"Alas, well. ”

"Hit it off?" Ma En didn't seem to hear the helplessness in Bai Wang's tone, and didn't even notice the bright smile he hadn't seen for a long time, she didn't have a deep life but had experienced vicissitudes.

"It was an instant hit. ”

Maen smiled, living in a monster's den that had not seen the light of day for a long time, and a person who could speak and cooperate with each other was the greatest gift to her.

"Come!" Maen held out his dirty little hand, "this is our gentleman's agreement. ”

The white king did not hesitate this time, and slapped it with a 'snap'.

The so-called gentleman's agreement made him unmoved, from a certain moment, it was difficult for such a thing as honesty to take root in his heart, and the person who 'fell from the sky' taught him with flames and blades these cruel tools, and the black behind him would stretch out a smiling black hand at any time, and so did people who had never known him, and so did confidants.

"I should probably tell you one thing before I do that. "The White King is near the furnace, and the Cross Judgment is ready to move.

From the moment Maun spoke to him in this room, the uneasiness went deep into his bones, freezing every part of his soul. It's just that the uneasiness now makes the white king feel like he has ice in his body, and he can't help but shiver

He seemed to see a beautiful young bride, wearing a blood-stained wedding dress silently squatting in a damp corner, her husband beside her cut open the wine bottle with a red knife, the strong smell slipped into the wine glass, the bride's body was covered with worms, she would not move again, never again.

However, the White King knew that it was only the singing he heard.

"She's crying. ”

The White King bowed his head and said.